Trent was almost embarrassed about how closely Buzz held him both as they waited for the tender to go back to the ship and while they were on it. It was barely 2:30 in the afternoon when they got back on board. The tender platform was on deck one, so they didn't climb stairs or take an elevator to get to Buzz's cabin. Trent initially was a bit worried when he learned Buzz was housed on deck one just like he and most of the rest of the ship's crew and staff were—mostly because he didn't want there to be any chance that they would encounter the stage director, who quite clearly was under the impression that Trent would be moving into his cabin now. But Erick's cabin—and his own—were aft on the ship, and Buzz took a turn forward when, arm closely holding Trent to his side, he turned down the corridor to his cabin.
The cabin itself was a pleasant surprise. For one, the first impression was that it was twice as large as Erick's was. But that was only a first impression. It was the same size; it only looked larger because the entire wall behind the bed headboard was a mirror, reflecting the rest of the room. If anything, there was less space to maneuver in this cabin than Erick's, because Erick's bed was a single berth, and this cabin had a double bed. However, this cabin was much better appointed, with better-quality furniture and fabrics that weren't that much different from what Trent had seen in the Brazilian's suite.
Buzz was still standing in the cabin doorway, holding Trent in his arms like a bride he was carrying across the threshold, which disconcerted Trent more than a bit, when Trent whistled and said, "You certainly have better cabins at this end of the ship than we have at the back of it."
"Part of the codicil," Buzz replied. "In a pinch, I have to bring the rich bitches I service here—if there's some reason we can't go to their cabins. The cruise line doesn't want them to know how far down the food chain the crew and staff rate."
"Am I going to have to be riddled with jealousy?" Trent asked.
"Only if you insist on it. I won't be bringing them back here again, though, as this is where you will be. That's OK. The two I am set up with for the rest of the cruise are alone in their cabins, which are a lot nicer than this one." He leaned down and took Trent's lips in his again. When they released from that kiss, he entered the cabin, pushed the door closed with the heel of his foot, moved over to the bed, laid Trent in the center of it, and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. He pulled Trent's T-shirt over his head and then took hold of the waistband of Trent's shorts and began to tug.
"Don't you think we should shower first?" Trent murmured.
"I can't wait. I want you again. It was all I could do not to strip you and take you on the tender. You are just too sexy for your own good."
"Don't you think—?"
"You have me to do our thinking now." He had stripped Trent naked, and, crouched over his hips, was slapping his hard-again cock on the small of Trent's back and on his butt cheeks. He was running the balls of the cock barbell over the tender flesh. Trent cried out and nearly lifted his torso off the bed as Buzz entered him again and started plowing deep, the bars demanding that Trent open completely again to the throbbing cock following them. After Buzz had ejaculated, again not using a condom—the two now having the understanding that they wouldn't—he laid at full stretch on Trent's back and nuzzled the back of Trent's neck with his lips.
"You're so fuckin' sweet," he murmured.
"And I can't get enough of that cock barbell. Should we take those showers now?"
"You forgot how I am."
"How you are?"
"I'm two-fuck Buzz, remember?"
Trent groaned. He could already feel Buzz hardening up inside him again. As before the first fuck had been furious, fast, and deep. This time, Buzz took more time. After a few minutes of recovery, and without losing purchase of his hard dick inside Trent's channel, Buzz raised up on his knees, bringing Trent up on his knees with him. Buzz was encircling Trent's chest with both of his arms. With one hand he cupped Trent's chin, pulling the younger man's head back into the hollow between Buzz's chest and arm. The other hand went down to fist Trent's cock. Trent was staring into the full-wall mirror behind the headboard of the bed. He moaned and sighed as Buzz slow-fucked him for the second taking and jacked him off in the rhythm of the fuck.
After they had both ejaculated, Buzz just held Trent there for several minutes, gently rocking back and forth as they both felt his cock go dormant.
"Time for that shower now," Buzz murmured.
"The what?" Trent whispered, totally lost in the fuck and the creaming of his insides. "Oh, yes, the shower."
"Then I want you to go to your cabin and get your things and bring them back here while I'm gone. I have an extra sea pass card I can give you to get in the cabin. This is your home now."
"While you're gone?" Trent asked in a drowsy and slightly confused voice.
"The show must go on. I have a predinner set to play in the Schooner Bar. You should remember; you've been there every day of the cruise. So, I'll shower first. Barely have time to make it."
Buzz was gone when Trent got out of the shower. When he had dried off, he had to scrounge around and put on some of Buzz's clothes—which were significantly oversized for him—to go back to his own cabin. The T and shorts he'd worn to Coco Cay were much too grungy now. Once in his cabin, he didn't clear out all of his stuff. He wasn't sure of this. He was head over heels for Buzz, of course, but there were signs of possessive in Buzz that Trent wasn't sure of. Trent melted to commanding men, but this was a bit different. Being dominated before had been confined to the seduction and sexual act itself. It hadn't taken on the "all and forever" hint that Buzz was telegraphing, whether he realized it or not.
So, Trent took some of his clothes back to Buzz's cabin, dressed, and then went up to the Schooner Bar.
The brunette he had previously seen Buzz with on the beach at Coco Cay had made a claim on Buzz already. Trent sat down at the end of the bar as usual and ordered a beer from the tattooed barman who had fucked him so roughly earlier in the voyage—and who was buzzing around him like he expected to be doing that again when Buzz walked off with the brunette.
But everything had changed now. As soon as Trent realized, with some shock, that Buzz was reacting to this rich bitch just as he had done in days past, before he had fucked Trent, Trent understood that life may have changed for him, but not necessarily for Buzz.
Not being able to contain his anger and disappointment with this—although he had to acknowledge to himself that Buzz had almost directly said nothing would change for him other than losing the option of using his cabin to fuck the women, Trent just shrugged off the interest the barman was according him and left the bar.
He knew now that Buzz wouldn't be back in the room for the rest of the evening. After he had done this set, serviced this woman, gotten his dinner, done his next set, and serviced yet another woman, it would be nighttime. Trent wondered if Buzz would then have enough stamina to fuck him, but after having this thought, he shook his head and cursed himself. The man had fucked him four times today already. Rather than wondering when he'd do it again, Trent told himself he should be questioning himself on being willing to share the man's cock with a parade of silly middle-aged women. Trent didn't want to even think about that now. He wanted to go someplace where he could think or try not to think—whatever he decided was appropriate to the situation.
He decided to go bake at the pool for a while. The sun was still up in a cloudless sky, and, although under way again, the ship was still in the tropics.
* * * *
Without thinking, Trent went to the same chaise lounge at the stern of the ship beside the rock-climbing wall that he had occupied on a couple of occasions—and been gangbanged on. It was late enough in the afternoon that he was the only one in that section of chairs. This suited him just fine. He needed to think about Buzz. The sex was tremendous, and, if Trent was capable of love, he thought he was in love with the saxophonist. But there were aspects of the man and what he was dictating that just didn't set right with Trent.
He was staring out to sea, lost in thought, when a blur entered his line of sight. Something familiar about it made him focus on it. The Brazilian was taking one of his constitutional walks around the perimeter of the swimming deck. And he had in tow a handsome young man who looked barely legal.
The Brazilian slowed down, turned, and smiled at Trent as he passed by him. The young man almost ran in to him, and the Brazilian reached out with both hands to steady the young man from falling. Trent thought he could discern an intimacy between the two from just this gesture.
On the next pass the Brazilian stopped dead at the foot of Trent's lounge, turned, and whispered something to the young man. The young man didn't look too pleased, but, after hesitating to be sure of what the Brazilian wanted him to do, he shrugged and moved on with his walk, leaving the Brazilian standing there.
He didn't stand there for long, though. With a "Do you mind?" and not waiting for an answer, he sat down on the side of the chaise lounge next to Trent just as he had that first time and leaned over Trent's stretched torso.
"I haven't seen you around," he said.
"But you haven't seemed to miss me," Trent answered. "You obviously have moved on—and to something appreciably younger."
"I take these cruises to copulate with young men," the Brazilian said simply and directly. "And I like variety. Stuart there is just today's young man—or maybe just earlier today's young man. There is time in the day for another young man. Maybe you."
